As it turned out there was a win in the Carling and a very creditable draw against Southampton and the news on these games kept coming in texts from chums at the games. When the text came that said that Amougou had scored in the 89th minute to win the game against MK Dons I nearly fell off the chair and spilt my forkful of Arnavut Cigeri (tender pieces of lamb liver, breaded and deep fried, then tossed with seasonings) all over my new Turkish shirt. Actually when we got home I discovered the shirt was made in India.
 
     The Sultan Rolls were good too (grilled chicken breast wrapped with sauteed mushrooms, green peppers and melted Turkish Kashar cheese) and a rung up the ladder from anything you can get at Greggs. We were at a place called The Aubergine on the Carling night, down by the harbour. When the first text came and said we were 1 – 0 down we feared the worst.  But then there was a certain poetic justice to Amougou/Bikey’s late, late winner. In my ‘umble opinion I’ll be forever convinced that had he played more during the second half of the Prem season, we’d have had a far better chance of staying up. Then in comes young Master Eddie and ignores him. So when along came the spectacular winner from The Big Man, it was almost as if to say, huh, that’s for you gaffer.

     What a frustrating player he is though. On his game at his best the guy is awesome. His passing skills can be fabulous and his strength and power stupendous. But with all that comes the downside; the lapses, switching off, and the casual dawdling; but then I suppose if he was perfect he’d be at Arsenal. He reminds me of two sorts of electric light bulbs. The first sort were the ones we all liked but can’t get any more, immediately switched on,bright, dazzling and powerful; the second are the ones that the ghastly EU insist we use; the ones that take an age to warm up, are a bit on the dim side, and have you tearing your hair out.
 
     The place for a breakfast in Kalkan is a place called Fenners, right by the water at the end of the harbour. It’s just past the waffle bar. What a place to sit under a blue sky and warm sun and have a Full English with the papers and read up on the football. Just about every voice is English and at this time of year in the 65+ bracket. After the Southampton game we sat there with the Sundays. You can almost touch the boats as they glide in and out. Burnley  were still just out of the bottom three, but when I looked at the Prem tables I was delighted to see two particular names down there at the bottom – Bolton and Blackburn.........

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